"I think that is the name Phoebe mentioned. A lawyer, isn't he?" "Yes," replied Fanny, before her mother could speak, "and a very clever one." "Bravo! bravo!" exclaimed Miser Farebrother. "That is as it should be. I am sure he is a very clever one; I hope we are not wrong in our opinion of him--for your sake, niece, for your sake. Sister-in-law, brother-in-law, I congratulate you. Niece, kiss me again." Fanny held back, but her mother murmured, "Fanny!" and the girl kissed the miser's wrinkled face again, upon which he smacked his lips and cast up his eyes languishingly. "And now," he said, "I must really go and find my dear Phoebe and the very clever lawyer. _We_ must go; mustn't we, Jeremiah? See, sister-in-law, Jeremiah brought some flowers for my dear child, and happening to forget them when she left the table, she sent him back for them. I am ashamed of myself for having detained him. Do you know where Phoebe is?--this way--or that? That way? Thank you; I shall easily find her. Remember what I said to you--we must really see more of each other; you must come here oftener. And you, brother-in-law, and you, niece. And hark you, nephew: when I asked you how the world was using you, you answered, 'Extremely well, sir.' You did, did you not?" "Yes, sir," said Bob, not knowing what was coming. "You were wrong, and you are wrong again. Sister-in-law, too: you called me 'Mr. Farebrother?'" "Yes," said Aunt Leth, faintly. "But why? why? Why 'sir' and why 'Mr.'? Everybody else calls me Miser Farebrother. I like it; it tickles me. Pray call me that for the future, like good-natured souls, as you are. Come, Jeremiah, come. Phoebe will be impatient for your flowers." He hobbled away, clinging to Jeremiah's arm, and presently said, "Well, Jeremiah?" "Thank you," said Jeremiah. "Keep faith with me," said Miser Farebrother, fiercely, taking his hand from Jeremiah's arm, and standing erect, "and I'll keep faith with you. Trick me, deceive me, rob me, and I'll make England too hot to hold you!" "Why do you speak to me like that?" asked Jeremiah, in an injured tone. "Because I know the world," retorted the miser; "because I know human nature. Did I show it to them just now, or did I not? Did I compel them to be honey to my face, while they hated me in their hearts? Play tricks with me, and I'll serve you worse!" "We have made a bargain," said Jeremiah, submissively, "and I will keep to it, and be grateful to you all my life." "That is what I want," said Miser Farebrother. "While I am alive I am master. When I am gone, you will have your turn." After that they walked on in silence; but Jeremiah's thoughts, fashioned into words, may be thus construed: "When you are gone! You think I will wait till then, do you? You old fool! you're not in it with me!" For a few moments after Miser Farebrother left the Lethbridges they gazed at each other in silence. Then said Fanny: